When we finally controlled ourselves, we speculated for a minute about who he was in there with, but all came up dry. Davis had been without a girl most of the year, at least one he was likely to be able to lure back into his dorm room.
After Carla and Beth (of course) decided it had to be Sherri, I decided this conversation needed to be derailed. I had an agenda to pursue. None of us had done anything about our clothes, so Beth and I were still naked, and Carla only had on her skirt.
My hard-on has barely gone down at all before, and watching Beth’s pretty titties jiggle while she silently laughed for a while had fixed any residual limpness. I looked at Beth intently. She looked back at me through narrowed eyes.
“Your turn,” I purred. “Ready?” I asked in a more genuine tone. But not much more genuine.
Almost automatically, Beth started to lean in toward me, but then she gulped and shied away.
“Nope. Nope. Not gonna do it,” Beth said. At my look of confusion, she pointed at Carla and then at my dick. “I can’t follow that!” she hissed, as if in shock.
“I don’t understand, Beth,” I said in confusion.
“I was impressed with what she was doing right off the bat,” Beth hissed again, actually shrinking away from me. “Just that intimidated me. And then she fucking went full anaconda! What the fuck was that?”
Carla just looked down at her nails smugly. “It’s a gift…” she purred quietly.
See, here’s the thing. Beth is the way more assertive and adventurous of the two of them. Most things, especially about boys, come easier to her than to Carla, or even Bridget. Carla is just more cautious in most things. And she is way, way more insecure about her body. I could not remember any time we had been together alone for sex that I did not feel that I needed to reassure her about what a prime sports car her body was. I kind of have the impression that I was even finding ways to reassure her about her looks back in the old, pre-Alistair days, so subtly it was subconscious on my own part.
But if Carla knows that she in absolutely nailing something, she owns it to the point of smugness. She had nailed that five foot jump, and added two more inches in the very next meet after our first, um, ‘practice’. No person at school with ears missed hearing about her accomplishment. I had to take to insistently whispering in her ear that the secret to her success was obviously my, ahem, coaching, just to get her to climb down off the smugwagon.
Honestly, she deserved to be smug about sucking cock, though. As far as I knew, she had a unique superpower. And it felt… amazing. And I never wanted her to stop doing it to me.
But, in the end, I had had plenty of blowjobs that had sent my just as high, to just the same place. They just took a different route, and that was beyond okay.
“Beth,” I said, banishing all sexually aggressive body language (well, other than the nine-inch cock waving around between us, but that could not be helped), as I spoke to her. “You guys both call me a circus freak. Now you know that Carla is a real circus freak. And yes, she is amazing. And yes, she blows my mind. But, Beth, you do too, just in a totally different way.”
She looked at me skeptically, like I was blowing sunshine up her skirt.
“Life is better after a blowjob from Beth,” I intoned as if I doing a voice-over for freeze-dried coffee.
She snorted, still not completely mollified. “She swallowed. She swallowed every drop!”
I just chuckled. Then I quite deliberately turned away, stretched ostentatiously, and got up to grab my soda from my desk. “Hey, by that time, I’m done with it,” I said, then took a sip. “What you chicks do with it after that is up you guys.”
When I turned back around, both of them had bonded again in their need to hate me. I grinned.
Fortunately, their renewed sense of sisterhood had not brought them so close together that I could not squeeze back between them. I turned to Beth and bounced up and down on the bed like a kid demanding to go to Baskin Robbins Ice Cream. “Please blow me,” I wheedled in as child-like a tone as I could manage. “Please, please please! I wanna Beth Blowjob. I wanna Beth Blowjob!” I added, sing-song. I stole a quick look at Carla. And you are going to watch, my eyes said authoritatively.
Carla Rule One: Push her around, just little bit, especially where she already wants to go.
Beth Rule One: Make her laugh.
“Oh, fine…” she said, not even grumbling. She just leaned over beside me and gave me a deep, sweet kiss. Then she started kissing down my bare chest, stopping to lavish her tongue all over both nipples. The nipple thing was a pretty new development in a spring of new developments. I liked it. I’d been wanting to figure out how to ask Carla about trying it. But making her watch this, and the way I could not help but jump involuntarily, was probably much more effective that just saying, ‘Hey Carla, suck my hairy man-nipples, would ya babe?’
I didn’t get the treatment long, as Beth started moving downward. As she neared my cock, she gently pressed it aside, not touching it otherwise. She drilled into my navel with her tongue, then kept licking downward in crossing strokes, until she reached the root of the matter and I felt the warmth of her breath being exhaled gently over my balls.
Then her hand, which had been gently pressing my cock away at an angle, turned and grasped me. She pointed me in her direction and laid just the tiniest, briefest kiss on my tip. Followed after agonizing delay with the most delicate of licks. Beth set to teasing the fuck out of me, just barely touching me in a different way, in a different place with each contact. And she varied the times in between, so I never was ready for it when it came.
At last, I had to beg a little. “For crying out loud, Beth,” I groaned. “You are killing me here. Please?”
Carla just chuckled and shook her head. “He always acts like this with you? It’s like he’s a different guy.”
Beth didn’t even touch me, she just wafted warm air over my helmet. “I know. It’s like there are two of him.”
“Maybe we should swap Alistair’s some time,” Carla mused.
“That would… be fun,” Beth said, between a blessedly more closely spaced series of licks.
“I could get behind that,” I growled, sliding my hand from its gentle rest of Beth’s shoulder, up to grasp her ponytail firmly.
“Uh uh! No. Hard pass,” Beth said almost stridently. She popped up off my cock and shook her ponytail out of my grasp. “I think Alistaire from Planet Carla is cool and sexy and all, and I’m looking forward to getting fucked by him some time. But not when I’m blowing this thing. Not now. Not. Ever,” she finished. To soften the blow, she finally, if briefly, blessedly sucked me in between her lips.
She popped back off, though not very far, to continue making the point she very much wanted to make. “I’m just always going to be a little scared of this thing, especially amount my throat. A little intimidated. That doesn’t match with Carla’s guy.” The matter settled in her mind, she at last began to seriously suck my dick.